The spiral staircase
Shows no end
It keeps on going
As we ascend
Each step is identical
The walls stay the same
The torches in intervals
Six steps a flame
“We’re nearing the top”
Says our guide and dear friend
Though nothing has changed
Save the strain in our legs
Another hour passes
“How far to the sky?”
The guide simply says
“Why turn back?” with a sigh
A Life in Poems 